Consciousness wandered outside the body, the walking corpse-like Hermer slowly walked towards the highest temple with heavy steps, and the voice that sounded in his ears was rare hoarse bewitchment: "Come on, relax, get closer~ Yes, that's it." ”

As Hemmer followed the flow of people into the temple, the bronze door behind him slammed shut with a loud bang.

The dark elf soldiers who stormed the temple, the defeated witch spirits, and the thousands of captured civilians were imprisoned in the terrifying Scarlet Temple before they could react.

Fear flowed from people's heels to their scalps, and even the bravest warriors showed expressions of horror and horror.

"Master Hemer!" With a sigh of relief, Kehir stepped down from the platform and saw Hemer's figure disappear behind the closed gate.

No one knew how many remnants of the Kane Order were hidden in it that would endanger the lives of adults, and Kehir felt deeply uncomfortable, and hurriedly organized the surrounding soldiers to rush towards the temple, trying to push open the ancient bronze gate. However, no matter how hard the soldiers tried, the gate in front of them remained unmoved.

Even if Anzales brought people to help, it didn't change the status quo of the bronze gate.

Hundreds of soldiers were blocked by a gate no more than a dozen meters high.

"Lord Eliden, please use your magic to blast the door open! Master Hemmer is still in the temple, and I'm worried if something is going to happen inside! ”

In his panic, Kirhir thought of Eliden and anxiously asked the sorceress for help.

The latter shook his head and refused indifferently: "It's useless, you better give up." Even with all my might, I couldn't open the door. ”

As if to prove his word, Eliden gathered a strong death power in his hand and shot towards the bronze gate, and in an instant, the roar of a magical explosion resounded throughout Ironthorn Town.

After a long time, after the smoke had cleared, everyone looked intently at the gate, and to their despair found that there was not even a trace of an explosion left on the door.

At the same time, the lamps and thousands of candles were extinguished in the darkness at the same time inside the temple, and only the moonlight penetrated through the distant window lattice, scattering the cold silver white of the ground, and countless stunned faces flickered in the dim light.

The sudden disappearance of the light plunged everyone present into fear, and the soldiers on both sides of the battle retreated and gathered together at the same time, for fear that they would be killed by the sharp blades that protruded from the darkness.

The bound civilians were like trembling sheep, and they did not dare to make any sound, but could only crowd into the crowd as hard as they could.

In the bleak moonlight, only a figure strode towards the top of the altar, and he stopped in front of the cauldron of blood, slowly reaching out his hand towards the bubbling blood.

In Hemer's field of vision, he held the hand handed by the goddess, and in an instant, the world he was in changed world.

When he woke up from his trance, he found himself suddenly standing in a strange area.

The sky is a swirling purple swirl, tall marble columns and walls inlaid with colorful gems are scattered across the ground, and gold is everywhere, and mountains of glittering gold coins and gems are piled up.

This alluring unfamiliar land is filled with gilded statues in a variety of forms, from bewitching beauties to hideous demons and stubborn mortal warriors. The slender and naked limbs are intertwined in a languid posture, presenting an unclean illusion of attraction that strikes at the fragile senses.

Disturbingly, even with the dark indulgence of the statues, Hemmer looked past him with a primal urge to rush up and touch him, subconsciously believing that he would experience an incomparable pleasure.

"Here it is... Where? Coming to his senses, Hemmer looked around vigilantly, trying to figure out why he was still suppressing death at midnight with iron thorns one second, and the next moment he appeared in this strange world.

"Desire... Proud... Suffering... The ultimate of all things, follow your heart ~ unimaginable joy awaits you. ”

"It's... The realm of Slaanesh! ”

Realizing the danger of his death, Hemmer was eager to escape the area, and he did not dare to stop to pick up the things around him, even though the things around him had a very tempting appearance. Because if he himself could not resist the temptation and touched any object, he would fall into the abyss from which he would never recover.

Fear drove Hemmer to escape the ring of greed, but the excessive temptation prevented him from concentrating, and he forcibly reversed it in self-compulsion. Stumbling, Hemmer didn't know how long he had been running, and when he looked up again, he was already on a broken island.

The surrounding ocean is filled with fine wines, and bridges connect the small islands dotted with wine, each of which is a large table full of feasts, and each table is more sumptuous than the one.

As far as the eye can see, there are meat forest wine pools all over the place, and delicacies are delicious.

"Before, it was a thirst for wealth, and then it was food?" Hemmer put his hands on his knees, panting for air.

Thirst, hunger, as if the feeling of fasting without a bottom line awakened from the depths of his heart, teasing his tense nerves to the extreme.

The aroma of tantalizing taste buds couldn't stop drilling into his nostrils, tearing at his soul.

Hemmer swallowed his saliva and tried to keep his eyes on the road ahead, afraid that if he looked at the food at his fingertips, he would stay here forever and enjoy it.

...

His steps grew heavier and heavier, as if they had been filled with lead, and each step he moved made the longing in Hemer's heart swell harder.

The accumulated desire is like a surging sea water, which cannot be channeled, and Hemmer can only build a mental defense line one by one, until at a certain moment, he is overwhelmed by the sea of desire that bursts the embankment.

"Stop suppressing yourself, come, indulge in perfection, and dedicate yourself to the Prince of Darkness."

The whispers of temptation in her ears tugged at Hurmer's heartstrings all the time. He was like a traveler lost in the desert, struggling to cross this land of wine and meat.

Eventually, the ocean turned into a verdant field, and countless soft female bodies swayed back and forth in front of Hemer, their faces and plump bodies all in the most perfect form of his heart. He even saw a naked Aurelia pounce into his arms.

With a seductive moan, the High Elf woman's soft white hand slowly stroked down from Hemer's undulating throat to a level never before in her life, with a suffocating extreme pleasure and indulgence, so intense that the senses were unconscious.

Hemmer couldn't bear it anymore, he was afraid that he would go crazy if he continued like this, so he pulled out the long sword at his waist and cut a deep wound on his left arm, the scarlet blood and the piercing pain finally made people recover a little sane, quickly tore off a piece of cloth and hugged the wound, and trekked forward like a snake and scorpion.

I don't know how long I walked in this wasteland full of **, Hemer unswervingly continued to act, until the beautiful girls in front of him dissipated like smoke without a trace.

Then a huge army flooded Hemmer's sight, and their numbers spread all over the mountains until the end of the world, and the mighty warriors stood at Hemmer's side, and the most powerful king knelt down on one knee and presented his crown to him.

Like a wave of endless cheers, Hemmer was pushed to the supreme throne by countless hands, and he could enjoy the pleasure of reigning over the whole world and being worshiped by all peoples.

Individual rights are infinitely exaggerated, any whim can be satisfied, and any order will be obeyed.

It's like becoming the sword bearer of the three-body world, and the whole world will serve your own selfish desires.

A word is a will, and a look can make the heroes tremble.

"Everything is an illusion. It's all illusions..."Hemmer pinched his hand, his nails digging into the flesh and bleeding, and after several struggles, he came close to prostration and left the throne, staggering on.

Gradually, the mighty army disappeared into the fog behind him, and Hemmer seemed to step into a secluded garden, with a winding path covered with beautiful flowers and thorns. A gentle, fragrant breeze brushed his pale cheeks, whispering of departed honors and great and small feats. The mirror-clear surface of the lake reflects Hemmer's reflection, illuminating him at his most perfect image.

If you linger on the joys of the past, you can only die for the fate of death. Hemer kept telling himself that he had already come here, how could he give up, wouldn't it be too much of a loss.

Gritting his teeth, Hemmer pressed his sword wound with his big hand, squeezing out gurgling blood, forcing himself to come to his senses.

Funny enough, this garden path was the fastest test for Hemer, who himself had no honor to speak of.

After continuously passing through the environment where the five people were born, and facing all the harsh tests, the shaky Hemer supported his body with his sword and came to the final place of the test.

The heavenly song lingers on the endless sand, the song is soothing and soft, and the sea is fragrant and sleepy. The warm summer sun calms the soul, and the gentle wash of the waves soothes the soul. The light in front of me was so bright that it moved people to tears.

"Stop pushing yourself and get some rest. Just get a little sleep..."

"If only I could stay here forever..."

Hemmer knelt in front of the beach, his hands clutched on the hilt of his sword, the rising waters reflecting his tired cheeks.

The breeze is full of sweet aroma, the warm sun is like an angel's caressing hands gently wiping the stinging wound, all the pain will be soothed, and the unforgettable torture will disappear like a mist at this moment.

"All sins will be atoned for... Confess your past sins to the Prince of Darkness and embrace his love..."

In a trance, Hemmer saw his reflection through the sea, moonlight silver hair, charming face, and turquoise eyes...

"Hey, Hemmer, have you ever seen a blue deeper than the sea?"

Consciousness came to his senses in an instant, and Hemmer realized that the comfortable surroundings were also a dangerous trap, and once he indulged in it, he could never get out.

He braced himself up and stood up.

The lack of water and the pain in his stomach made him want to faint again. Hemmer licked the blood from his arm thirstily, and he tried to suggest to himself, his throat so hoarse that it seemed like even the air would cut: "I'll be able to get out soon...... Soon..."

After being recognized, the beautiful scenery in front of me disappeared like a grain of sand.

In the end, behind the layers of fantasy is a vast dark forest full of depravity and blasphemy. Skulls and decaying bones hung from dead branches, and the intricate roots of the trees pierced the corpses. This forest is a remnant of a great war long ago, with corpses, rusty armor, weapons and garbage littering the land.

In the middle of the forest stands a blood-colored castle that towers into the sky. Smoke rises from the holes in the clouds pierced by the minaret, and the sharpened stone walls are made of black stone, and blood clings to them, making the stone bloody.

Eventually, in the courtyard of the Dark Castle, Hemmer met the perfect goddess.

Behind the goddess stood a lavishly dressed demon of Slaanesh, with pincer-like bladed arms and a seductive body that would kneel even the most determined under her skirt.

The third-order Slaanesh Great Demon, the two-faced king, Ez.

She lifted the hem of her sumptuous skirt and bent over half-kneeling in front of Hermer.

Only then did Hemmer see that half of Slaanesh's cheeks were hideous demon faces, and half of them were white jade beauties.

Wearing a half-gold lace mask that vaguely obscured the terrifying demon's face, she smiled seductively and held out her hand to Hermer, a voice echoing deep in his heart: "Welcome, my master." ”

Suddenly, the insatiable desire for food, drink, and intercourse burst like a tidal wave, breaking Hemer's psychological defenses.